This is dangerous.
The way my heart beats; the way I can't sleep.
Tossing and turning because of what I think.
Every time I blink,
you appear.
We are sitting side by side,
and as I look in your eyes,
there's a smile.
That spreads across your face
then I wake up from this millisecond of a daze.
This is dangerous.
How I look for you in the halls —
your familiar figure
and go through this dangerous feeling once more.
Because when my heart skips a beat,
every time we meet,
I think of someone else.
Someone who already has my heart and my soul.
Someone who used to make me feel like I'm in heaven.
But in my heart, there's a gaping hole,
that truly needs to be filled by your presence.
I suffer this danger
and I can't help but keep coming back from it.
Because ironically,
the only person who can keep me safe
is that person who brings me in that dangerous state.

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To Hopeless Romantics
PoetryHeartbreaks and heart aches leave the soul shaken to hopelessness. Thinking of the ones whose hurt us; the ones whose left us longing. It's a universal feeling. No matter the age or gender, we're bound to feel hopeless about someone. Longing for som...